The move...

So we're moving a bunch of stuff around at my house right now and I'm beginning to think I may have gotten the raw end of the deal. I just relocated all of my books to a very strictly limited location (from an already strictly limited location, but one with a door that could be closed to hide any unsightly piles, a feature of which I took full advantage,) and I have realized that I don't have enough room. Not only can I never purchase another book, it looks like I'll have to get rid of about a hundred or so of the books I already have.

I'm sure I could comb through my library and find a hundred books I could live without, but the problem is that I'm a complete and total pack-rat and I don't want to get rid of anything ever. If I'm expected to get rid of books, objects with a millennium-long tradition of established value, what else will I be expected to get rid of? I have compiled a list of treasured items that will soon be gracing my curb (if you see anything you like, feel free to take it).

One surf board in fair to poor condition. It might actually be the only surf board in Indiana that isn't decoration inside an Applebee's.

Two bamboo bird cages. No birds. Birds smell.

One medium-sized self-portrait. It's so good it's almost a mirror.

Some drippy kind of artwork I did on part of an old desk using long-expired car-paint. If you turn it upside-down it looks like a painting of the sea floor.

A window from my mom's house. I know. How could I bring myself to part with it?

Two guitars. One of them once had someones (I feel like this word should have an apostrophe, but spellcheck says, "no,") foot through it, but I fixed it with hot glue and duct tape. The other one I got at Salvation Army for twenty bucks. Between the two guitars I count seven strings and a whole lotta rockin'.

Most of the other stuff I have given to my son who has become immediately attached to said items. In a month or so I'll sneak them out of his room and hide them away in various nooks and crannies throughout the house.

Anyway, I guess getting rid of stuff is what being an adult is all about. On a related side note, I have managed to retain all of my old Star Wars toys by hiding them in an antique army footlocker which is buried in my backyard. My wife can look all she wants, she's not finding anything.

A new post, even though the old ones are still pretty good.

One of my hobbies, or habits, depending on your point of view, is a board game called Settlers of Catan. It very complicated. If you've ever played it you don't need me to explain it and if you've never played it you probably don't care, so I won't bother with anything like details. Anyway, this game seems to be addictive or maybe it possess you with the devil or I don't know what but it seems like everyone who plays this game becomes a wee bit obsessed with it.

The problem isn't that I can't give up the game. The problem is that I recently went through a dry spell with the doing well and the winning and this and that and I don't really want to get into it, but I lost fifteen games in a row. FIFTEEN! And no one I know is all that good at Catan. They're all praying each night that they can have a tenth of the insight I have. So, by some stroke of ill luck these mediocre dice throwers are pulling out these massive kills and there I sit staring down the barrel of my four meager points. WHAT?

All bitterness aside, game number sixteen put me back on top.

I can't, for the life of me, figure out why I bothered starting a blog if this is the crap I'm gonna write about.

a Wii bit lazy

I got the Wii balance board for Christmas and I'm already fighting the urge to cheat, you know, instead of running in place, just shake the controller so it thinks I'm running, then rack up lots of minutes and unlock all of the fun, non-lethal games. I really need to not be so lazy. Seriously.

On a somewhat related side note, I just watched my wife, in a passionate effort to post a high score, fall off the balance board. Twice.

almost... not yet, though

I'm almost ready to update the blog. Still kinda busy with doing less productive things.

In lieu of actual thoughts or event notifications or anything of interest (which isn't a very good reason for reading my blog in the first place) I will list a few of my New Year's resolutions.

1. Stop acting like I know what I'm talking about. I rarely do.

2. Pay more attention to my health. I'm not saying I want to drop sixty pounds (which would require removing both of my legs and all non-essential organs), I just don't want to wake up one day to find a crew of EMTs cutting away one wall of my house so they can get me out.

3. Spend more time focusing on God.

4. Stop being afraid of falling flat on my face in front of God and the world. God already knows the worst about me, so a little failure isn't going to rattle Him and the rest of the world already has pretty low expectations when it comes to me, so I really have nothing to lose. I just need to stop being a baby and jump into the pool.

And now I have to go shoot some zombies.